MY SISTER

My sister was nine years older than me and I have very happy memories of her.  One very dear one is when I was about 8, we shared a room and she would wake up on Sunday Morning and tell me to go downstairs and get her a cup cake and the funny papers.  Of course I would say I didn't want to and then she said "If you don't I am going to give you to the garbage man"  I went, but of course she never would have but guess I didn't really know that then. 
She always called me Rag Leg.  I guess because my favorite doll was rag with long legs. 
When she was in the hospital and before she got so bad, we were talking about this.  She said "boy, I was mean huh"  I said no, you were not mean.
In the end she was so very bad that we all knew she had to go to see her family in heaven.  She will be missed but fondly remembered.  Good bye Ruthie.

Thanks Heidi for finding the picture and doing such a nice tribute on your Cranberry Chronicle blog.

THANK YOU

My Indian Lady Part Three

I could not get my camera to work the other day, so section two did not get recorded.
I am now working on section three and the skirt is coming up and looks like it could be
quite a challenge.  We shall see soon.
Thanks Heidi for my now patriotic side bars.  I cannot do this new blogger at all.

ALMOST READY FOR PART TWO

My latest project is coming right along.  A few days ago it looked like the above picture.  I was talking to Heidi  and she said I should post it and say BUSY.    There are many many color changes on this Indian lady.  I am almost finished with the first section.  I am doing it in four sections.  Slow but sure!